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Ian scowled as he got out of the chair, and Alinor began to help him dress. She was right, and yet he found it offensive that she should humble herself before such a man as John. He stalked off finally to see what guests were up early while Alinor was dressed. She watched him. He still limped, but he was walking more easily, and there was no doubt that no permanent damage had been done to his knee. Alinor picked up the parchment from the small table upon which she had laid it while she dressed her husband. If only she could be even a little as hopeful that no permanent damage would be done to his life by this marriage, she would be much lighter of heart. |
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